Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Kayak,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Fear,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.